What Love Is To Happiness
By Ariel Moniz
Swollen eyes and a fragile smile.
You taste like hope
But you breathe like sorrow
On a lonely Sunday afternoon.
I don’t know a thing about happiness
But I know the way your skin feels
After swimming in the tumbling waves
Says something more than satisfaction.
I can’t tell you exactly what I mean
When I tell you I love you.
Words are to feelings
What you are to me.
But it’s something between the way
Ceramic tea cups feel about a high shelf
And the pull of the ocean on a grain of sand,
Something between tears and a smile.
Ariel Moniz is an emerging writer, and currently makes a living as a book seller, freelance editor, and content creator. She has had her creative and academic work published at the University of Hawaii’s publications and won an award for her poetry from the University of Hawaii at Hilo. She is working on her first book of poetry now.